I haven’t blogged for a while, I know. My husband and I were away from the 19th to the 26th and Catie and Riley were in the very capable hands and hearts of my niece, who happens to be in pre-vet training, and her boyfriend.
I’m happy to be home.
Riley and Catie are having their post-supper nap: Catie at the foot of the stairs (it’s her new favourite spot), Riley on his pillow with his ball at his nose. I’m thinking I may join them soon.
Catie’s resilience has been unfaltering, from her first post-surgery day to now. She may have lost a limb but not her appetite or spirit nor her love of rolling in the snow in the backyard or greeting visitors at the door. Navigation on three legs daily gets easier for her. She instinctively positions herself in spaces where she can easily turn.
She gets her stitches out on Saturday and we’re hoping we can take her and Riley to the park afterwards to celebrate.
She’s tired of being left behind.
The results of the pathology report were positive for osteosarcoma, we were told today, but there was no indication it had spread to her lymph nodes. Chemotherapy is recommended and an appointment with the oncologist is scheduled for next Thursday.
I try hard not to think about the future: median survival rates, metastasis, more veterinary bills, but my mind, because I’m human, does detour down that lane in my more vulnerable moments.
The easiest way to re-focus is to touch her forehead with mine.